Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.